Wolf In Sheeps Clothing

You came to me. So gentle and kind. Soft fur and wounded eyes. You showed me your scars, and I showed you mine. It brought us closer, for I understood the black sheep. I tried to lead you out of the dark. Show you how to live in the light. I lead you out, though it took some time. Your fur was changing, from black, to grey, to white. Only your face remained dark. Maybe to signify that you would always carry with you where you came from. And everything you overcame. I accepted you how you were, to me it was beautiful. Until one night, I had a nightmare. I dreamt that the black fur on your face wasn't fur at all, but a mask. Under that mask were red eyes, dark as blood. Long sharp teeth that snarled at me when I got close. And long pointed ears that laid flat against your head. You lunged at me, tearing at my flesh. I tried to wake myself up from this nightmare, only to realize that I was already awake. But by the time I realized it, it was too late. You had already torn me to shreds.